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Time's Up Lyrics

Artist: O.C.
Album: Word...Life

You lack the minerals and vitamins irons and the niacinFuck who that I offend rappers sit back I'm bout to beginbout foul talk you sqwak never even walked the walkMore less destined to get tested never been arrestedMy album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard aboutor told first hand never word of mouthWhat's in the future for the fusion in the changer?Rappers are in danger who will use wits to be a remainderWhen the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frameSome will keep their limbs and, some will be maimedThe same suckers with the gab about, killer instinctsbut turned bitch and knowin damn well they lackIn this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4Realize sucka, I be the comin like NoahAlways sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you considera image, to me this is, just a scrimmageI'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cockedThe more emotion I put into it, the harder I rockThose who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel

Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done itAdmit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind itI find it ironic, so I researched and analyzedMost write about stuff they fantasizedI'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clipsand glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flippedIt's the same old same old just strain it from the analThe contact, is not com-pexed or vexedSo why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you liveI know your folks, you was a sucka as a kidYour persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin classYour whole aura is plexi-glassWhat's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the parkThat's a lie, you was in church with your momsSee I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to goGuys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for doughOf course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhhI'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respectIt's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bustsome dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quoteThat's what I consider real, in this field of musicInstead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse itNon-conceptual, non-exceptionalEverybody's either crime-related or sexualI'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffinThe traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippinFor those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel